It was one od those days when you knew from the second you woke up that something was different but you just couldn't put your finger on what it was. It was an intuition that humans where naturally born with, a strong feeling in your chest that suggested a change was comming. A unknown emotion that you were unable to detect where it is comming from, something that made your heart beat a little faster through the day. A feeling that was foreshadowing something significant. All signs where there, too bad we humans tend to ignore them.

After she had her morning shower, Louisa took a look outside the window. It was a chilly fall day. Colorfull leaves where already covering the streets. Children that were on their way to school where plafully jumping in to puddles that served as little reminders of the rain that was falling down the sky just yesterday. Louisa wondered about the weather back home. Have they been able to enjoy the last bit of the summer or was the sunny days long gone and merged into a sky full of clouds. The sky in Staithes was stretching his grey colors in the horizon. People where covered in more layered clothes to protect themselves from the strong wind that was hauling outside. The look of it gave her bare skin goosebumps. She opened the drawer ready to get dressed only to get mocked by her bumblebee tights. She thought she hid them deep on the bottom of the drawer but somehow they ended up right on the top. She was certain of it that last night when she put her clothes down the bumblebee tights where not there. They appeared on the top, like magic.

To her own supprise, she didn't thought about it much, she just put them on and found a black longslieved dress hanging in here closet that fited perfectly with it. Black wasn't really a color she wore often so she highlighted the style with yellow heels that had little bows on the sides.

Before she left for work she finished up a dress that she was sewing for Marie, a girl a little bit younger than herself that was working at the local Pharmacy. Since Frannie gave her the sewing machine nearly a month ago and demanded that she would make her a dress, nearly the whole town was comming to her for clothing, they nicknamed her The Dressmaker. Frannie said she had the sewing machine for years in her attic but Louisa knew it was brand new. It was Frannies way for making her not waste her years as a waitress and make her do something more significant. Almost every day she would say "I should fire you cause I am committing a crime by letting you waste your talent in this place, but I don't know what I would do without you" so she gave her a sewing machine as a little compensation for both of them.

The day at the caffe was in his usual order with the eldery women occupying the place in the morning with loud gossips about the youth in the town and persistent ways to make Louisa date their sons, nephews or any other single relatives they could think off.

"You should really come by my house and meet my grandson. He is a real catch. You two would be perfect for each other" or "My nephew is visiting me every weekend, you two should meet. He is an architect" is what they would say. Louisa laughed it off, hoping inside they wont actually go that far and bring any of them to the caffe.

The afternoons where easier, they where reserved for the loud teenegers who came by after school, who were either to busy staring at their phones or to involved in their conversations about celebrities and boys or girls that they had no time to pay too much attention to Louisa.

It was just that today of all days there was something in the air, a strange feeling that was implying that something was comming. Late at the evening close to the end of her shift when outside was already dark and the customers where already gone, a sence that someone was watching her overcame her and the discomfort inside her amplified, she couldn't stand still. She focused on the dirty glasses and even though they had a well functioned dishwasher she washed them with her hands to have something to escape to from the odd feeling inside.

When the door behind her opened and let a cold draft in that made the hair on her neck rise, the glass she was holding got shattered in her hand when she heard the words "Stripy legs".

She was to frightened to turn around, only to see Kyle standing on the other side of the counter. She was uncertain if she felt relief or dissatisfaction by his presence.

"I am sorry" Kyle said sincerely. "I didn't want to scare you like that"

"It's okay. It's just that someone else used to say that to me too" Louisa felt like she had a huge lump stuck in her throat.

"Oh, my God, you are bleeding" Kyle pointed at her hands. "Let me at least clean your wounds. After all its my fault" Before she was able to react he was sitting her down on the bar chair and reaching for the first aid kit.

"It's really nothing. It is just a small cut" Louisa insisted but Kyle was already gently cleaning her hand from the blood.

"You used to love that man. Didn't you?" Kyle jumped with that question out of nowhere. "The one who used to say you have stripy legs"

"I still love him" Kyle was unable to hide the dissapointment with Louisas answer.

Louisa was aware that Kyle liked her, he came by everyday and stayed a little longer than he actually had to. With his bright blue eyes he looked at her like she was the only women in the world. He showered her with little shy compliments that most time she didn't know how to answer to. He was nice and sweet, he came from a good family and owned a bed and breakfast. He was happy and joyfull and satisfied with his life. A real catch, as the old ladies would say. But he wasn't the catch she desired. Her catch was long gone and there wont be anyone in this world like him ever again.

"Will there ever be a chance for me?" When his face turned red and shyness overtook him, Louisa realised how hard this question must have been for him.

For a split second she wanted to say yes, one day there will be, but she knew she would lie to both of them. "I am sorry Kyle, my heart belongs to someone else"

"That lucky bastard" he said while looking down at her hands that he was still holding.

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Will Traynor didn't had the time to say all the mean insults to Katrina Clark that he wanted to. He rolled his wheelchair as fast as he could back to the annexe leaving the Mother and Son behind staring at him while he vanished in the distance. He was hating his useless legs more than ever for losing their puropse and leaving him unable to run and move faster. On his way he managed to text Nathan "ANNEXE! NOW!"

When he arrived he was furiously packing his stuff into the first bag he found. When a red and sweaty Nathan arrived at the door gasping for some air from the run he just took across the town to get to the annexe as fast as he could, he was surprised to see Will in a healthy yet grumpy condition.

"What the hell? I thought you were dying" Nathan was out of breath.

"We have to leave now. Clark is in Staithes. It's a 4 hour drive till the coast" Will kept throwing things in his bag.

"How do you know?" Nathan couldn't believe what he just heard.

"We have no time for explanations. We are leaving right now"

Nathan was just able to give Will a little nod, and the next thing he knew they where on the road to Staithes, a place he never heard of before.

It was a painfull drive, filled with anxiety and uncertain expetations. Will didn't say much he just kept looking at the watch like there was an excat time the two of them where expected to be in Staithes. It was an unknown agony and neither one of them didn't know how it would end.

It was already dark outside when the two men arrived in Staithes and parked the car that was definitely standing out in a place like this. They stopped an eldery lady who was looking at them suspiciously to ask for directions to a caffe named The Shabby Mug. They reached the old narrow street that had an distant view to the coast only to realise it wasn't really suitable for wheelchairs with his sleeky road and rain puddles on every corner but at this point there was nothing that could have the power to stop Will even if he had to crawl to that caffe. He hurried with Nathan by his side as fast as his wheelchair would allow him, when in the distance the old fashioned caffe sign that would say The Shabby Mug got visible. With every inch his heart was getting more and more out of control. His hands wear sweaty, his eyes full of fire and desire. He didn't know what to say, neither what to expect, he just wanted to see her, to be with her. When he finally reached the caffe that had a country charm that reminded him of Clark, he took a deep breath and looked inside. Yes, he didn't know what to expect but he didn't expect to see another man holding Clarks hand.